Tuesday, March 30, 2010
No, he is not kidding, that's really his name. "Po" however is a Filipino word which denotes respect and is usually added at the end of a statement.
Yes, his name is Edgar Allan, my second son and he turned 15 last Monday, March 29, 2010.
Being a middle child, Edgar should easily be left out - overpowered by an elder brother Ralph, and definitely outcharmed by a younger sister Angel.
But Edgar can more than hold his own. This multi-talented son of mine has been the go-to-guy of Angel and Ralph and when it comes to their drawing needs. I would often run to him when I need help in tuning the guitar, or need an advice regarding some color combinations because I respect his opinion in art.
He is often referred to be the "mini-me" or my "carbon copy" as they often say that he looks like me... and there are not few who said that.
I have no problem with that, I am in fact proud to say that he took after me... or should I say, a better version of me. He overshadows me in everything I used to do. He knows more origami than me. He played guitar better than me, he sings better than me, he dances (and I don't), he draws better than me, and he even beat me in Bejeweled!
And even his smart-alecky attitude reminds everybody of the younger me... and again, an improved version (you know what I mean).
The only field that he hasn't taken me (yet) is writing, although I don't know if it is one form of expression that he would be taking anytime soon. But then, I could be wrong.
My only problem, thus far, is that Edgar isn't really too proud of his talents. I mean, because he does all these things easily - guitar playing, drawing, origami, dancing, and more, he thinks these are all natural and nothing to brag about!
I guess I should just let him be for a while... at least it doesn't get into his head.
Yes, his name is Edgar... Edgar Allan, and he is my son.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I am at peace here... here in my own little world... here where I am myself.
When there's too much noise... when there's so much pain... I retreat, in my own little corner where no one can reach me... no one can harm... and no one can push me.
Here, I am nobody but myself. Not a presumed intellectual being... not an assuming warrior of the corporate world... instead, I am just me.
Let me be selfish for a while... let me forget all the cares... let me be with myself... let me be me...
here, in my own little world.
I am at peace here.